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beomglocks · 4 years ago

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better ; c.yj

summary : you deserve better

pairing : ex-boyfriend/mafia leader!yeonjun x reader

warnings & other : angst, mention of trauma, stalking and kidnapping, yeonjun breaks into your house, refer to picture for visual, i saw this edit on ig and now my mind has fuel, listen to better by WOOGIE.

w/c : ???

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the sunlight peeks through your shades and onto your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut hoping your brain can trick itself into sleeping for just a couple more hours longer.

it works for a couple of seconds. closing your eyes tight may have tricked your brain into thinking it was still dark enough to indulge in more sleep.

you sigh peacefully, hoping to get back to your previous dream but you're cut off by the sound of a door being slammed shut.

you open your eyes but remain in bed. it had to be around 7am at least which means no one should be in your house. well, no one should be in your house period. if it was a robber, they sure do work early.

you get out of bed, not caring about your lack of proper clothes because if you were gonna die, what's the point? you take careful steps toward your kitchen to make sure you don't alert whoever may be in there.

the sound of things being moved around and frustrated groans grows louder the closer you get to the room. you grab your nearby safety bat from a corner in your hallway and bring it above your head to swing.

when you come into the line of sight of the intruder in your house you halt yourself from swinging and bring the bat down to your side, the person not realizing yet that you're there.

anger bubbles inside of you at the sight of the sleeve of tattoos and dark head of hair that you recognize all too well.

"what the fuck are you doing in my house yeonjun?"

the boy in question seemingly pays no mind to your question and simply continues rummaging through your fridge and cupboards. "where the hell do you keep your peanut butter?"

you cross your arms at him. "i asked you a question."

"so did i," he retorts. you roll your eyes at him. "you're in my house ass hole, in case you forgot."

he subtly rolls his eyes away from your line of sight and stands up from the fridge. now that he's seen you, his eyes linger on your body for longer than you're ok with. he leans back on your counter with a smile, a visible change in his demeanor, "good morning."

"answer my question," you frown. he sighs, "we got busted and i needed a place to crash."

"yeonjun!" you exasperate. "what? i slept on the couch out of respect for you," he raises his eyebrow, taking a bite out of his slice of dry bread.

"what the fuck do you want me to do, thank you? i told you not to involve me in your mafia gang whatever shit anymore and you go and do this," you gesture to the mess on your countertop.

"yeonjun you're the only other person here! what's with all this shit on my table?!" he continues eating nonchalantly as you scold him and try to clean up as best as you can.

"can you calm down," he sighs. he takes another bite of bread before placing the plate on top of a random box of pizza. "no one saw me come here, you'll be fine."

you continue cleaning, without saying a word to him. you feel like if you open your mouth you'll explode. you clench your teeth as you watch him look through your fridge again out of the corner of your eye.

it's been months since you last saw him and this is the first thing he does. from the counter, you have a pretty good view of his back as he looks through the fridge.

even though you hate him, your mind wanders back in time when that same back would be littered with your marks and scratches. the neck tattoo that would be colored with hickeys he would proudly wear is now bare and untouched.

your eyes go up to his head which thankfully is still turned away from you. the pink mullet he used to rock is now a dark undercut with hints of red. it looks good on him, you have to admit. his ears have more piercings than you remember and you hold back a smile thinking about the time when you would play with his ears and he would tell you to stop.

"you're awfully quiet, what're you thinking about?" he asks, still facing the fridge. you have to remember your relationship with the mafia leader ended months ago, whatever feelings that were present right now were most likely your heart missing human interaction.

"thinking about how i want you out of my house," you mumble, picking up a half empty cup of ramen. he sighs, standing up and fixing his messy hair.

"i said i was sorry," he leans back on the fridge, watching you clean. you bite your tongue, picking up the empty pizza box and tossing it in the trash. "sorry doesn't make up for trauma yeonjun, that's what you don't understand," you say quietly.

"if i knew that would happen to you i wouldn't have left you alone, you know i would've had soobin or taehyun be around you 24/7!" he reasons.

"well you didn't," you breathe out. you give him a tight lipped smile and for the first time in months he's reminded of the pain he saw in you eyes when they brought you back.

"you decided drugs and money were more important than your fucking girlfriend that you love "oh-so-much" getting stalked and kidnapped."

“that’s not tr-“ “that’s what it felt like!” you place an empty soda bottle on the table. he blinks at your outburst. in all the time you’ve spent together, you were never one to lash out even when he annoyed you to no end.

he stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. "y/n," he sighs angrily.

"even after i killed them all? it wasn't enough for you! you still left me," he steps closer to you and you unconsciously step back. you recognized this tone on yeonjun but he never used it on you. it's gravely and deep and on the rare occasion that you did hear it, the outcome was never good.

"yeonjun..."

"no, look- i know what happened to you was fucked up but i tried my best! it still wasn't enough- you still left and didn't even tell me.." he chuckles at this. "do you know how long it took to find this fucking place?"

you look down, suddenly feeling small. any bravery you had has now dissipated. it's like your mind and body were so used to yeonjun that you just knew when to submit.

"you were my only sense of normalcy in that place," he mumbles. "sure i've got the boys but they're not you.."

his head is hung low, making his hair cover his eyes. your first instinct would've been to run into his arms and pepper him in kisses. endless strings of 'i love you' to reassure both of you that what happened wasn't either of your faults.

you bite your lip, "is that why all this food is like this..."

he doesn't move from his spot. "im sorry, i miss you." you almost feel your heart break. you hate seeing yeonjun so messed up about something that he just eats to forget because it's his only other form of happiness, well apart from you.

you walk up to him, bringing your arms around his slim frame. at first, he doesn't hug you back since he wasn't expecting that but soon enough he engulfs you as if he's been touch starved for ages.

"im sorry, please come back to me? i'll do better, i promise you won't get hurt anymore hm?" he sounds hopeful and it makes you close your eyes.

"you need to leave," you say quietly. you feel him hug you tighter as he places his chin on your head. "please let me stay with you," he pleads.

you force yourself to step away from him which takes a lot more effort than you thought. you look up at his face and he looks so broken. it’s rare to see a mafia leader look this vulnerable but yeonjun opens himself up to you like this at times and you feel lucky, in a weird way.

he watches you expectantly, waiting for your answer. “yeonjun i just- i don’t feel safe around you anymore.”

you swear you see his heart shatter right in front of your face.

you want to hit yourself but it’s true. where you once felt peace you only feel fear. maybe once upon a time yeonjun was like your savior but now he brings pain, especially with the type of work he does.

he looks down, biting his lip. you can tell he's trying to act like what you said didn't just tear a hole straight through his heart. "you know i'll still watch over you and keep you safe," he promises.

you smile lightly at him, glad that he hasn't completely given up. "i know." he wastes no time stealing a kiss on your forehead, quickly moving away before you can complain or push him away.

"you still fucked up my kitchen though," you say when he starts walking away to your door. he only shrugs as you watch him walk out your door and out onto the streets.

you can only sigh, hoping he'll be safe until he can get his base back.

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gabrielkahane · 3 years ago

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A Brief History of Magnificent Bird

In the aftermath of a year off the internet, I’ve become low-key obsessed with Lewis Hyde’s book The Gift, in which he argues that the movement of a gift—or a work of art—from one individual to another helps to define the community in which the gift or artwork circulates.

Today, my fifth album, Magnificent Bird, is released into the world, and it is, for me, most fundamentally, an expression of my community. There are no hired guns: only musicians whom I cherish as much for their humanity and friendship as I do for their artistry. So I thought it would be appropriate to mark the unveiling of this project with a little history & chronology of a dozen-and-a-half musical relationships that have made this record possible.

1989 - At our respective homes in Rochester, New York, Ted Poor and I play boogie-woogie duets: me on piano, Ted on drums. We’re also on the same Little League team; he often plays first-base, I’m over at shortstop for a quick 6-3 on a ground ball to the left side of the infield. Twenty-five years later, he plays drums in The Ambassador, my first piece for the Brooklyn Academy of Music. Ted was so incredibly generous on this project, recording 3,287 versions of “Hot Pink Raingear” before we arrived at the approach heard on the album. His sense of rhythm lights a room, and he is my oldest friend — not just on this LP, but in life.

2006 - The Nickel Creek bus drops Chris Thile (as well as Sean and Sara Watkins) at my parents’ house in Santa Rosa, California. We start playing music at around 1am. Fifteen years, hundreds of cups of coffee, and dozens of alcohol-fueled arguments about the “correct” approach to rhythm in the music of J.S. Bach later, Chris is one of my closest friends, and also a hero. We all know what a monster, once-in-a-generation talent he is. What is maybe less apparent is the insane work ethic that undergirds his seemingly effortless command of his instrument, an ethic I got to witness up close while opening some 60 shows for Punch Brothers. The only person whose approach to rhythm is as continually mind-boggling as Ted Poor’s is Chris’, hence the mando-drums on “To Be American.”

2007 - I meet Alex Sopp through her new music ensemble, yMusic. I will forever be spoiled by the fact that she’s the first flutist I work with: her tone singing, her sense of phrase totally intuitive and poetic. Over the course of fifteen years, we share with each other many, many, many photographs of our cats. Her collaborative spirit was evident in her work on this album: for “Hot Pink Raingear,” I asked if she could play a synth riff on some “messed up whistles and flutes,” and she sent back, thirty-six hours later, fourteen different tracks of various antique wind instruments. I wish I had kept all of it for you to hear, but sometimes less is more.

2008 (part one) - I hear Elizabeth Ziman sing at a tiny cafe in Park Slope, Brooklyn. I am instantly in love with her voice and songwriting. I would happily listen to her sing tax returns or technical manuals or the transcripts of municipal water supply hearings; she is magic. Somehow, after an almost fifteen year friendship, this is the first time we’ve worked together on record; her singing on “Sit Shiva” is, for me, what makes the song.

2008 (part two) - Outside a rural elementary school in Switzerland, I am approached by a young man, who, seeing my banjo case, announces that he “plays folk music, too.” It’s Paul Kowert, who that autumn would join Punch Brothers as its bassist. Years later, we travel around the country while I’m opening for his band, playing chess over coffee, getting lost on long walks in unfamiliar cities, talking endlessly about music. He is a one of the most supremely gifted bass players of our time.

2009 - Holcombe Waller and I are set up on a West Coast co-bill tour by a friend who warns me that Holcombe is extremely flamboyant. I write to Holcombe, and in a postscript, mention—sort of in jest, sort of not—that I’m 18% gay. He writes back, “I’ve worked with less.” A friendship is born. Need help understanding obscure financial instruments or fledgling cryptocurrencies? Ask Holcombe. Need a quick tutorial on the history of energy policy in the Northwest? Ask Holcombe. Need the most sublime falsetto (but also booming bass-baritone) you’ve ever heard? Ask Holcombe. Happily, we now live less than a mile from one another in Northeast Portland. Holcombe, can I borrow some sugar??

2010 (part one) - I’m playing a gig in upstate New York accompanied by a string quartet. At soundcheck, one of the violinists mentions that she “writes a little music, too.” Next thing I know, that kind and quiet musician—Caroline Shaw—has won the Pulitzer Prize. Over the years, we email with eccentric frequency about Lunchables (can’t remember how that one started), and have occasionally appeared together in concert. What I admire most about Caroline is the absolute honesty of her music. Many of us work for years building up artifice, then tearing it down. Not Caro: she knows, and seems always to have known, who she is. When I first heard her overdubs for the record, I cried.

2010 (part two) - Casey Foubert and I have known each other for a few years when he begins to mix my second album, Where are the Arms. Working on that record reveals to me the uncanny depth of Casey’s musical knowledge, spanning, as it does, obscure 60’s piano-driven folk-pop to free jazz. One of the most versatile and multivalent artists I’ve ever encountered, Casey is the only musician who has played on all of my records (with the exception of Book of Travelers, which is just me). He’s also a profoundly curious person, and a super generous spirit. He now lives with his family in rural Illinois, and I love that there’s a bit of that energy on this album.

2011 - It’s a dark and dreary evening in Peterborough, NH, when I find myself sitting at the piano in a little cabin, singing standards with a young woman named Amelia Meath. We keep in touch here and there, and then a few years later, I hear a band called Sylvan Esso and think, that voice sounds familiar! Over the last few years, Amelia and I have had long, deep phone calls about everything from literature to TikTok to systemic racism to the music biz. She encouraged me, while we were working on “Linda & Stuart,” to embrace the cognitive dissonance between the cheerful groove and the sense of grief that pervades the lyric.

2014 (part one) - Driving from the Denver Airport, Chris Morrissey tells me that he does a great BBC newscaster impression. I immediately try to one-up him. (Mine is better.) Every year on his birthday, to commemorate my small victory of superior British dialect, I leave Chris a three-minute voicemail in a preposterous BBC voice. Chris is a complete musician, and a complete human. One of the things that drew me to him when we first met was how emotionally available he was. So glad he’s on this joint.

2014 (part two) - A recording studio in New Jersey. yMusic has a new cellist on the session. We get through one take of my arrangement of Beck’s “Mutilation Rag,” for the Song Reader album, and Gabriel Cabezas, maybe 22 years old, says, without a trace of attitude or ostentation, “oh, this is a twelve-tone row, right?” What a punk! One memorable night years later ends drunkenly at my house, where we cook both carbonara and cacio e pepe after a long conversation about how the best pasta sauces are emulsified using the cooking water.

2014 (part three) - I’m not sure that the classroom at the fancy private school in Laguna Beach, California, was where I first met Joseph Lorge, but it sticks out in my memory for some reason. He’s there with a friend of his, a songwriter, who performs two beautiful songs as part of a master class that I was giving. By 2017, Joseph has become indispensable to my process as a studio artist. He records and mixes Book of Travelers, and acts as mix engineer and house psychologist during this project. He is tall and shy, quietly hilarious, with a heart of gold. His ears and imagination are astonishing; without him, this record would not exist.

2015 - In the lobby of the newly opened Ordway Theatre in St. Paul, Minnesota, I am accosted by a blonde man with a cheerful face and intense eyes. “I have a question to ask you,” he says, betraying the slightest hint of a Northern European accent. “On your song ‘Charming Disease,’ from your album Where are the Arms, is it three clarinets or one claviola that appear suddenly in the second verse?” This was Pekka Kuusisto, a true magician of the violin, and one of my dearest friends. I have fond memories from 2019 (“the before times”) of walking down to the water—his house in Finland sits against the Baltic Sea—in nothing but towels, freezing our asses off before retreating to the warmth of his wood sauna, which I guess is what Finns do in February? When his violin enters halfway through the tune, I feel the chill of that numinous, Scandinavian wind insinuate itself into the harmonic field.

2016 (part one) - St. Paul, again! Sam Amidon and I have known each other for a decade by this point, but it’s over burritos at Chipotle that we bond for real, talking about our shared love of Herman Melville and obscure jazz records. If I’m reading a great book, Sam is often the first person I want to tell. In a world brimming with highly individualized voices, Sam’s artistry—from his singing voice to his banjo and fiddle playing—stands out for its idiosyncrasies and emotional depth.

2016 (part two) - On a tour bus somewhere in Montana, Andrew Bird and I get to talking about how folk and orchestral music can coexist. A few years later, we work closely on Time Is A Crooked Bow, a cycle I orchestrated comprising six of his songs. Getting to hear him sing every night was a real master class. Andrew has magnetic rock star energy, but he is also a kind, gentle, quiet and deeply thoughtful soul. And no one plucks the violin quite the way he does. When I wrote the riff he plays on “To Be American,” I knew it had to be him.

2017 - From time to time, I head uptown to hear the NY Philharmonic. One evening, I’m hypnotized by a sound—serene, expressive, otherworldly— emanating from from the principal clarinet chair. Eventually I muster the nerve to write to Anthony McGill and tell him what I huge fan I am. It’s thrilling when he tells me that he knows my music and would love to do something together. And now, at last, we have.

2019 - Nathalie Joachim sends me mixes of her album Fanm D’ayiti. It is so damn gorgeous. We’ve been casual acquaintances for five years at this point, but now I am *a fan*. Over the course of the pandemic, we talk more frequently, counseling each other about the various challenges of being an artist in these confounding times. She joins the Creative Alliance with the Oregon Symphony, where I serve as Creative Chair. This June, the Oregon Symphony will present the world premiere of an orchestral song cycle drawn from Nathalie’s album that made such an impression. The combination of Nathalie & Alex on the title track, along with Holcombe’s vocal feature, has me feeling that my cup truly runneth over.

Appendix A:

Tony Berg is a joyous contrarian whom I’ve known for a dozen years, during which time he has shown me only generosity of spirit, resources, and wisdom. He co-produced Book of Travelers (which we recorded at his old home studio in LA), and was an indispensable early sounding board for the songs on this album. And now he’s got a dog named Bing-Bong. How about that?

Having said all that, may I remind you that tour begins on Monday?

The workings of the music business are murkier than ever, but the bottom line is that even an art-house oasis like Nonesuch can’t afford to keep putting out interesting music if no one is paying for it. I’m so grateful to all of you for your continued support, and hope you’ll consider picking up a copy of the record in one format or another if you’ve not yet done so.

All my best, and hope to see you at a gig in the next few months,

Gabriel

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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what is your favorite and least favorite canon ship for each of the girls

hmm okay disclaimer if you're new here i have Highly questionable taste so like.

prue i love andy. i do. they make a great couple they're both compelling characters they have such like a rich interesting history. but um. i cannot stress how much i literally am jack sheridan. like wow he is literally me. and it is that projection that gives prue/jack, already a complex relationship in it's own right, the leg up here. because haha that's me i'm dating prue lol. least favorite would probably be prue/justin?? lol just because it's obviously the weakest i personally hold the belief they knew damn well they were killing off prue so they tried to get rid of him by making him lame as possible there could have been interesting potential there but compared to the like of andy, jack, or bane, there was no spark and really nothing unique to make them memorable

piper honestly probably piper/mark? that was the one relationship designed to be so so perfect that time literally could not touch because he was dead and gone before we could introduce any conflict. like. pleo went on all 8 seasons, which really weakened in imo bc they added unnecessary at best and ooc at worst drama that just kind of bogged it down. beyond that, i always found derek the manticore baby daddy really compelling like they were definitely beauty and the beast ing that situation i would have loved to see some fruit from those flowers but alas they never went anywhere with it. least favorite i mean god like piper/josh from is there a woogy in the house where they fought over a bottle of wine?? honestly could have been something maybe but it's clear he was never built to last. and then piper really had very few other love interests because then it was leo and then it was dan and then it was leo again

phoebe honk honk basic bitch behavior phoebe/coop lmao i love them. it's probably mainly because he's a husk with so little screentime that i can fill him with anything i want and partly because he was literally designed to be like perfect for her so like the compatibility's definitely there but like man. they r just two embodiments of love. like. and they found love w each other?? like. 💞💕💞💕💞💕💞💕hahaaha man like am i right? ik a lot of people think i'm wrong. that's fine bc he was only in like 5 episodes insanely late stage addition & kinda dumb but like. i love them. least favorite i mean again too easy / obvious but phoebe/dex. like. i am dumber than a box of rocks and love a good lame relationship i love phoebe and jason hell i can even get behind phoebe and leslie but like phoebe and dex man. there was nothing there. god. who cared. ugh. i could rant for ages about how much i hate him / them. but whatever.

paige sticking with my basic bitch theme i'm going endgame because while paige/richard have that same prue/jack advantage where i'm like haha he's literally me paige/richard really have none of the charm / tragic romance & comedy of knowing it's a fling swearing you're not gonna fall in love and then accidentally falling head over heels. they do have the compelling bit of nihilist / believer, but their relationship gets tossed in the blender in favor of the dumbest addiction plotline so. paige/henry wins congrats to these two bisexuals in a relationship it's kinda the same phoebe/coop thing where they have set the fingerpaints in front of me and i'm about to make klimt's the kiss like. they are so rich & complex in my brain lol i'm like wow what a compelling narrative. least favorite paige/kyle it was just. i've complained before. but here's the thing tho is it literally could have been everything phoebe/cole never could be had they played their cards right but instead paige kind of ended up acting as kyle's get into the narrative free card / good guy pass instead of letting him be a compelling antihero and paige as the strongly opinionated spitfire we know

#tried to keep this one short & sweet lol idk if you can tell #charmed #💌

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girlvinland · 4 years ago

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Honey, sheets and Sapphos :3

Ok lol you and @bizzyfish asked me two of the same ones so I'll answer those two here since this ask was first.

honey - favorite term of endearment? Honestly I hate pet names and always have, they just make me feel weird and some of the people who have used them on me have been the shittiest ones, so it just ends up feeling fake at times (also I live in the south where terms of endearment are not always, you know...endearing lmao [for instance someone calling you sweetheart might just be using it as an insult/to patronize you]). I feel a lot happier when someone just calls me the name that I want to be called. The only exception is my mom, she can call me pumpkin or woogie or whatever else it's fine lol (she calls me these lmao).

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters? Hangyodon & Chococat are my favs ;w; sapphos - favorite poet? I honestly don't really read that much poetry anymore (I did in high school, and wrote a lot of bad poems as well). I am going to go with one of my favs from that time which was Yeats.

#ask bug #badbadsomegood

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khh-and-kactors-reactions · 5 years ago

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Finally getting together with pH-1 would include:

Jun Won and you met many years ago, even before he had signed with H1ghr Music, but unintentionally lost contact along the way.

Until you saw each other again four years later at a summer festival where he was performing with the SMTM777-crew.

He thought that his crush on you from back in the day was long over, but oh boy he thought wrong.

He would invite you backstage under the pretence of catching up after all those years. It was the start of a close friendship that grew only stronger over the following months.

Soon you were introduced to his label mates, getting along with them well from the very beginning.

They immediately figured out that there was much more going on between you and Jun Won than you two admitted (even to yourselves).

So, they decided you two could use some help AKA the project ‘make Jun Won jealous’ had started.

The younger boys, like Haon or Woo Jae, would call you ‘noona’ in an overly cute way and basically plead for your attention, inviting you to all the team diners and parties.

The older ones, like Woogie, would take care of you in the most obvious way possible, buying you coffee when you are around or giving you food when eating together.

It would piss Jun Won off. Like seriously. He wouldn’t say anything, but his face would tell enough.

And definitely when you are around Gyu Jung and Hwi Min. A dangerous combination.

Until one night, at a late dinner with the boys, he would storm out of the restaurant, having enough of the sight of you laughing with the two of them

You would go after him, of course worried and both a bit drunk.

He would tell to go back inside “as you don’t care for him anyway” and basically starts ranting about everything that has been building up inside him.

Eventually shutting him up with “It’s you who I like, you idiot” and confessing your feelings for him.

Making him a shy mess: “W-What? Me-e?

Celebrating your first day as a couple that same night.

And from that point onwards, the Highr Music members would take every chance they get to tease the both of you.

(GIF: credits to yooneroos)

#requested #ph-1 #ph-1 reactions #harry park #park jun won #h1ghr music #h1ghr music reactions #khh #khh reactions #khiphop #reaction #gif is not mine #imagine

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canonskyrissian · 5 years ago

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hellooo hope ur doing well! G and W for ask?

I’m doing great, thanks for asking^^ I hope you’re doing well too!

G. A Character You Never Cared For But Love Now?

- well I didn’t use to care about lando that much when I was younger (honestly as a teenager I was here for leia and leia only) and we all know how much I worship him now xD and the same could actually be said about luke. it’s not that I disliked them obviously, I just didn’t have strong feelings about them. (and now I’m like “you are my dads! you’re my dads! boogie-woogie-woogie!”)

W. Favorite Rebels Arc?

- zero hour arc is *chef’s kiss* as is the final battle on lothal, like that was some iconic shit right there

send me sw asks

#replies #rise of ahsoka #swasks #rise-of-ahsoka

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rwbyremnants · 6 years ago

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NOTE: Sorry for all the delays with posting! I'm trying to get to updates as soon as I can, I promise!

=Chapter 5

By Monday morning, Weiss was eagerly looking forward to seeing Yang again. If someone had told her a month ago - or even a week - that she would care this much about one of the Dragons, no matter which one, she would have called them a lunatic, or told them to sit on it. Yet there she was, eyes sweeping the hallways for the long, flowing waves of gold that made her heart beat faster, even if she still wasn’t sure why.

No luck. Yang was absent that day.

By lunch, she was worried enough that she went over to the Dragons’ table. A few of them looked stunned that she was so openly approaching them in front of the entire student body, but at least Blake was smiling instead of scowling or shocked.

“Hey, Schnee. Come to slum with us?”

“As if you can afford to breathe my air,” she said simply, and Cinder scowled. However, the others laughed, seeing it for the joke it was. “Actually, I was worried about Yang. Didn’t she show up today?”

Everyone glanced between each other. She had a feeling she was edging into a private, members-only matter, but had no way of knowing that for sure without confirmation.

“Out sick,” Coco said shortly.

“The rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie-woogie flu,” Emerald added, and Cinder snorted. Blake and Coco giggled a little, though Weiss could tell by now that none of them were all that amused; just trying to entertain themselves.

No… to distract themselves. It scared her a little that she could tell the difference with such ruffians, but they were clearly worried and doing their best not to worry. Sitting down in an empty seat and shocking Coco enough that she blinked and drew her head back, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Blake said.

“No, something is. Maybe you don’t want to tell me, but… can you at least tell me if there’s anything I can do to help?”

Sneering, Cinder shot at her, “None of your business, Princess. Go back to where the streets are paved with gold and stop acting like you care.”

“Cinder…” Sighing, Blake turned back and said, “Sorry, Weiss. Internal stuff.”

That wasn’t very satisfying, but it was more forthcoming than the others had been. It also at least confirmed what she had guessed: this was a Dragons matter and outsiders were not permitted to know. Trying to pump them for more information would just piss them off - even Blake, who was less short with her than the others. So she took another tack.

“That’s alright. I hope she… feels better? Less boogie-woogie?”

That at least earned her a snort from Coco. “We’ll pass that along.”

“Thanks. Oh, by the way - can you tell me which one is her sister? I keep meaning to ask Yang but I always forget.”

“Huh?” Blake asked, clearly wrongfooted by the question. “Oh… uh, that’s her, over near the lunch line. Wearing that stupid red hood.”

“Double-thanks. And Coco?” The woman only tilted her sunglasses down to see her a little better. “I’m… sorry.”

The sunglasses tilted back up. She didn’t acknowledge what Weiss said otherwise, but she knew she was in pain and trying not to show it. The last thing she wanted to do was push.

The girl in the red hood was seated at a table with another girl whose orange-hued bobbed cut was topped by a pale pink bow, freckles on her cheeks aglow as she talked pleasantly. She reminded Weiss of that boy from Pep Comics, except female; she couldn’t recall his name since her parents disapproved of comic books after her father read some book by a psychiatrist that explained how they would “corrupt children”.

“Excuse me,” she said cautiously, leaning to one side just enough that she could see the girl’s chin past the fabric of her hood. The carrot top blinked and fell silent. “Um… are you Yang Xiao Long’s sister?”

“Oh great,” the girl sighed, turning to look up at her. She was very sweet-faced and pale, much like her sister, but her hair was brown. However, her eyes couldn’t be more different; a shade of silver that she had never seen before. “What did she do now?”

“No, nothing. I just… well, she’s not in school today, and I’m worried about her.” Belatedly, she added, “I’m Weiss, by the way.”

That changed the mood entirely. The girl blinked a few times and her head snapped back in shock, much like Coco's had done. “Weiss Schnee? I mean, uhhh… why are you talking to me?”

“Did… I not…” Turning to the other girl, she demanded, “I said I’m worried about her sister, didn’t I?”

“You did!” she replied promptly with a vaguely pleasant smile.

“Penny!” Yang’s sister breathed softly. “We can’t just talk to Weiss Schnee! She’s like… a Schnee, y’know?”

Weiss folded her arms over her chest. “Just what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, u-uhh… I… didn’t mean anything by it, just like, you’re really neat, and pretty, a-and rich, and a senior, and you just have no reason to care about some cubes like us, so it’s not- I mean, why would we think you wanted to talk to us? So it makes more sense to… t-to-”

“To wait and see what she says to us?” Penny guessed.

“Yeah! Yeah, that’s it.”

“Then why don’t you wait and see what she says to us?”

Once confronted with the simplicity of that suggestion, the girl fell silent, seeming to shrink back into her hood as she stared down at her tray.

“It’s okay, really,” Weiss laughed uncomfortably. “Why don’t we try… Penny. What is your friend’s name?”

Penny’s clear blue-green eyes blinked a few times, then she turned to lean in and whisper, “Ruby, should I tell her your name?”

While Ruby was just staring across at Penny in sheer disbelief, Weiss covered her mouth to suppress another giggle. A second later, she sighed, then turned back to say, “Y-yeah. I’m Ruby Rose. It’s nice to meet you, even though I don’t know why- wait, wait… I remember, you were asking about Yang. Right? Is that right?”

“Right,” she sighed in relief.

“Okay! Um, I don’t know why you want to know, but uh, I don’t know, either.”

“Huh? How can you not know? You’re sisters.”

“I live with my Uncle Qrow,” she explained, pushing her food around her tray with her fork. “Yang lives with her mom. Been that way since my mom died; neither of them wanted to take in both of us, so they split the duties.”

Weiss’s heart sank to hear that. Their family situation sounded extremely complicated; same father, different mothers, unless she was misinterpreting Ruby’s words. Still, she didn’t want to make the girl feel any worse, or to let on how little she really knew about the biker who was steadily winning her over. “That’s unfortunate. I thought you both lived with her mom. Where… is your father?”

“Dad left,” she said casually. “When I was pretty little. Yang told me he and Mom were fighting a lot about who would get us, and I think he really wanted custody, but Mom was stubborn. And now he lives on the other side of the world. But… that was before she got sick.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry, I didn’t… Yang never…”

“She doesn’t talk about it much anymore.” Her smile was melancholy but resigned; she had clearly worked out her feelings on the matter many years ago. “But I still see her at school, so… that’s fine. Do you mind if I ask a funny question?”

“Funny ‘ha-ha’, or…?”

“How do you know Yang? Because I gotta say, you don’t look much like the rest of her, um, friends.”

Glancing over at the Dragons table, where Emerald was currently standing on the table with a tray balanced on top of her head while the others laughed, Weiss said, “Oh… I guess that’s true.”

“Are you a special friend?”

“What?” Getting what she meant, she turned to look at Ruby. “W-well, I- that’s not- we’re friends, yes.”

“What kind of friends?”

“Are you writing a book or something?!” Weiss cried in exasperation. “Good friends, that’s all! We played tennis together on Friday.”

Her eyes went completely round. “YANG played TENNIS?!”

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The three of them had a fairly companionable chat that lasted through the rest of lunch. Pyrrha eventually caught up with her, and only seemed vaguely hurt that she had been passed over in favour of the new acquaintances. Meeting Penny and Ruby did seem to help, however, and they were still talking on their way through the halls until they needed to split up for classes.

After thinking about it all day, Weiss came to a decision. If she was going to profess to care about Yang and her life, she would have to start proving it in some way or another. And she couldn't do that with Yang not even in school.

“Ruby!” she called out on her way through the halls, jogging just a little to catch up. The girl whipped around, alarmed at being singled out; Penny wasn’t with her. “Hey!”

“O-oh! Weiss, it’s you!”

Panting a little, she came to a stop next to her. “Sorry… but I wanted… wanted to ask you one more thing.”

“What’s up?”

“This may be crossing some sort of boundary, but… would you mind giving me Yang’s address?”

Ruby did look less at ease with this question than the others, and turned away briefly. “Oh…” She squirmed, looking down at the hem of her skirt. “That might not be a good idea… why do you wanna know?”

“Because I want to check on her. That’s all. I’m probably worried about nothing, of course, but I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t at least try.”

“Well, I guess you know what you’re getting into already, so…” Taking out her notebook, she scribbled the address on a corner of a page and tore it off, handing it to Weiss. She was amused to see she had dotted the “i” in “Anima Lane” with a little heart.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Bye!”

“Ruby?” When the girl hesitated, she said, “I, um… well, I hope to see you around.” It was a very awkward way of stating it, and sounded somewhat insincere despite her intentions.

But Ruby didn’t seem to take it that way. Beaming, she waved a little before skipping off with her armful of books. Probably to be picked up by her uncle, or else catch the bus. She would have to find out more about her another time, when she didn’t have something else pulling her entire focus.

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This time, Pyrrha elected to stay in the car. Weiss could tell she was taking a little too much advantage of her willingness to go along with her crazy schemes, so she promised herself to dial it back in the near future.

“If I’m not back in five minutes, send in the clowns,” Weiss sighed as she opened the door of her Studebaker. “Just… it’ll be fine.”

“Sure it will,” Pyrrha sighed as they both gazed up at the house. It had once been a fine place to live, several owners ago. The lawn was overgrown, the dark red paint dingy and peeling, and one of the upstairs windows had a broken pane. If not for the car in the drive, it would be easy to assume it was condemned.

Weiss knocked a few times, and no one answered. She sighed. Maybe this had been a mistake; after all, Yang had never indicated that she was welcome in her home. There could be any number of reasons for that. Should she leave and come back another time, after she had Yang’s blessing?

“Alright,” she sighed, knocking one last time-

And the door fell in. Weiss leapt backward in shock; she hadn’t been knocking that hard! Once the loud thud had stopped echoing through her bones, she gaped down at the slab of wood now lying on the floor of the entryway. It certainly wasn’t moving anymore. Stepping onto it, she craned her neck this way and that, hoping to catch sight of anyone inside the domicile.

“Hello? Anyone home?” No answer, of course. She paced in a little further, turning the corner to explore the living room. “Sorry about your door; I think you might have termites or so-”

The sound of a click stole both her breath and her attention. Turning slightly to her right, she saw a tall, grim woman with hair much like Yang’s - except blacker than midnight. Her eyes were like whirlpools of blood, and her mouth was pulled into a taut line. But the most interesting thing about her had nothing to do with her looks or her clothing.

The handgun with the hammer pulled back was much more alarming.

“You’ve got five seconds to get the hell out of my house.”

“M-Missus-” The gun raised to point straight at her face. “YANG! I w-was just coming to see Yang!”

“I don’t care. Three, two…”

Weiss ran as fast as her legs would carry her. Maybe they could have talked things out, and maybe they couldn’t. But she didn’t want to run the risk of death simply to see if Yang was feeling under the weather.

She voided her stomach in the gutter next to Pyrrha’s car. Given that this was her first true brush with death, her constitution didn’t know how to handle it properly. Her friend got out to hold her hair out of the way, alternately telling her everything was alright and asking why it might not be. Only once they were back in the car and driving away did she explain what happened through a veil of her tears.

“Th-that’s unacceptable! I mean, no - that’s criminal! She shouldn’t have a pistol in the first place, much less point it at… at unsuspecting girls!”

Still shaking, Weiss whispered, “It… was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone in without… without waiting for…”

Fresh tears took over her voice, and conversation became entirely useless until they got to Pyrrha’s house. They weren’t exactly neighbours, but it was a short five-minute walk between their homes. The two girls quickly stole upstairs into Pyrrha’s room so they could discuss things with relative privacy.

“So Ruby neglected to mention that Yang’s mother is a criminal, too,” Pyrrha sighed.

“She did. Though I wouldn’t say Yang is a ‘criminal’, per se… or maybe she is. I don’t know.” Pulling her knees in a little closer to her chin, she asked, “Am I crazy?”

“Why would you be crazy?”

“For only regretting that she didn’t let me explain. I… was too scared to do anything then, but now…”

Frowning, Pyrrha reached across the Oriental rug to pat her forearm. “No, you aren’t. But I do think you should let the matter drop; just wait for her to show up in school tomorrow.”

Sniffing loudly, she tried to dry her tears and stop panicking. The crisis was over. “Yeah. Sorry you had to watch me get sick in the gutter.”

“It’s alright,” she said with a slight laugh. “These things happen.”

After a moment or two, Weiss noticed Pyrrha looked thoughtful, her eyes pointed at where her hand rested atop Weiss’s arm. She asked, “What’s wrong?”

“What? Oh… nothing. Just wondering something.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“Probably not.” A brief pause as the taller girl collected her thoughts, staring at her own pale yellow socks. “Um… am I far off when I say… you do have romantic feelings for Yang at this point?”

“I… maybe,” she forced herself to say aloud. It wasn’t easy. “I think so.”

“Alright. Her being a woman doesn’t bother you?”

“Of course it does! But it’s… not enough to stop me, apparently. Not that I understand this any better than you do, Pyrrha.”

Nodding her understanding, she cleared her throat, playing with the knee of her long skirt. “Then why haven’t you ever…”

“Ever what?” she finally prompted, several seconds later.

“Why haven’t you wanted to kiss me?”

“What?!”

“Sorry!” Pyrrha burst out immediately, looking away with her cheeks flaming red. “Forget I said anything!”

But Weiss certainly couldn’t do that. At the absolute least, this provided a welcome distraction from dwelling on the mental image of a gun in her face. Turning to face her a little more directly, she asked, “Kiss you? I mean… is that something you’ve been wanting me to do, and I just had literally no idea?”

“I have never!” she assured her, voice pleading now. “But… with what you said about Yang and Cinder, and then Cinder coming after me… why was I next? And if you like girls in that way, what's wrong with me? Am I not… not pretty enough? Or what?”

She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or what she was about to say, even as the words came out of her own mouth. “Pyrrha Nikos, I think you're jealous.”

“I am not! Really! I'm… well… m-maybe I am, but you've never talked about any of this before you started keeping company with Dragons, so… I feel like you're…” Her throat worked to swallow. “Like you're leaving me behind.”

“Oh, Pyrrha…” This time, she scooted closer and wrapped her arms tightly around her best friend. “I'm sorry. This is confusing for me, too. I guess I just didn't realise how it might be affecting you. But you're very pretty, and swell! That has nothing to do with it!”

A few sobs floated out of Pyrrha’s throat, but they petered out very quickly. She had never been one to wear a great deal of sadness on her sleeve; in her case, because it meant other people had to deal with her pain. Just one of those ways she was among the most thoughtful people Weiss had ever known.

“Hey,” Weiss finally whispered as she sat back, cupping her face. “Best friends forever, okay? And I'm not interested in being more, or in being less. I still need you in my life, even if I am… whatever I am.”

Nodding, she rested her hand against Weiss's arm, still sniffling but already regaining control. “Thank you. I'm so sorry for… questioning that. I didn't mean to get jealous.”

“It's fine. You're fine.” Pyrrha relaxed into her hand, eyes closing in contentment. “Aww… that's better, right?”

They remained like that for a minute or two before getting back to homework. Pyrrha was a lot more cheerful and back to her old self, which showed Weiss how sorely they had needed to discuss the matter. If she was going to pursue Yang - and the more time went on, the more she thought she really might - it was going to be of the utmost importance that she not lose sight of her other friendships. Especially one as strong and valuable as the one she shared with Pyrrha.

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The next morning, Weiss only had the length of first period to keep worrying about Yang and the brief threat on her life. Life was getting very intense in a very short period of time. She started to wonder if everyone was right - that she was in way over her head and needed to rethink her priorities. Protect herself.

That went out the window when she found herself being slammed into a row of lockers. Her mind immediately knew that Yang's mother had found her and decided to finish her off.

Except it was Yang's furious face shouting, “You came to my house?!”

“Wha- OW! Yang!”

“Who said you could do that? Huh?!” A vein was standing out in strong relief against her ruddy forehead, teeth flashing as she shouted, “What the hell were you thinking, you stupid bitch?!”

“Yang, stop it!” she hissed, pushing at the forearm pushing her back into the cold metal. “I… I'm sorry, but I didn't think it would-”

“Exactly! You didn't think at all! I thought I could trust you, and then you pull this kind of-”

The accusation was interrupted when Yang was yanked backward by the collar of her jacket. The slight gagging kept her quiet enough for the interloper.

“Miss Xiao Long,” a quick, clipped voice demanded. “I believe my detention hall has been rather empty of late! Let's do something about that, shall we?”

Struggling against the wiry man's grip, she snapped, “Let me GO!”

“Would you enjoy being expelled more?” Yang went slack. “That's better! Now then, let's discuss dates and times!”

It only took a second of indecision. Weiss was still reeling from the concept of Yang attacking her. The phrase “apple doesn't fall far from the tree” flashed through her mind; both Yang and her mother had threatened her within the same twenty-four hour period. Maybe this was for the best.

But the grieving look in Yang's eyes stopped that train of thought. She didn't look merely angry, either at the teacher or Weiss. The anger took a backseat to feeling betrayed and hurt.

“Mr. Oobleck!”

The spindly man paused in his attempts to wrest Yang down a neighboring hallway. “Yes, Miss Schnee? No need to thank me, none at all. These female felons have to learn that they can't behave in such a manner on Beacon High grounds without dire conseque-”

“This is my fault!”

The two of them were both shocked. Yang's face remained twisted in rage, but surprise was visible beneath the surface.

“What do you mean by that?” the teacher asked. “She was clearly the one being physically violent! Dreadful, simply dreadful - can't tolerate that, no matter how you provoked her with words.”

She had to think fast. What could she say that would make any difference in Yang being punished? “I… I pushed her first!” While they were both blinking at her, she rambled on, “Y-yeah, she was walking too close, and… and I shoved her and told her to watch where she was going. She was understandably upset that I acted that way. I guess I'm a little cranky today; it's my, um, cycle.”

While Yang was still dumbfounded, Mr. Oobleck was clearing his throat and looking distinctly uncomfortable. “Ah. Well… yes, can’t be helped, entirely not your fault - we’ll, er, consider this matter closed!” And with that, he practically zipped down the hallway at the speed of Yang’s motorcycle.

The two girls stood, tense and unsure of what else to do. Finally, Weiss sighed, “Phew. I can’t believe that worked.”

“Who asked you to lie for me?” But the minute Weiss took a step back in mild fear, Yang sighed, looking away. “Alright… it was a gusty move, Schnee. I appreciate that you tried to help and got me out of trouble. But that doesn’t make up for what you did.”

“What did I do, though?” Approaching cautiously, hesitantly, she said in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry, Yang. I’ll apologise until I’m blue in the face, but I honestly have no clue what I did wrong. So until you help me understand…”

However, Yang turned on her heel and stomped away. It seemed that would be the end of their conversation. Weiss slumped backward against the lockers, wishing this new friendship didn’t require navigating a minefield.

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The poor princess had to remain in the dark until lunch. As she and Pyrrha ate sombrely, the latter occasionally trying to cheer her up and falling silent when the attempts failed, she had been wondering if she should walk over to the Dragons table and see if she had better luck with asking the other girls.

As it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. Her eyes flicked up when she heard shuffling, and she was surprised to see Ruby slowly pushing a reluctant Yang across the lunchroom floor. Most of the other students were whispering or giggling at the sight.

“What on earth…?”

“Go on,” Ruby hissed when Yang was standing awkwardly by the corner of the table. She turned as if to leave or argue, but Ruby put her hands on her hips in a gesture so petulant that the average person would have thought she was the stubborn one, not Yang.

“Fine,” she grumbled as she dropped into the seat next to Weiss.

“Good. I’ll see you later, ‘gator.” Winking at Weiss, Ruby quickly returned to her seat next to Penny.

Pyrrha swallowed her mashed potatoes and said, “Sh-should I leave the two of you alone?”

“Yeah. Do that.” When she flinched, Yang added, “Sit with Rubes and her friend for a minute. Thanks.”

Once Pyrrha had delicately extracted herself from the lunch table and carried her tray over to the front of the lunchroom, Weiss turned and folded her arms. “Well?”

“Okay. What you did wasn’t great, but I know you… didn’t mean to mess up. I know that. So… I’m, um…”

“Does the word you’re searching for start with an ‘s’ and end with an ‘orry’?”

“Shut up,” she grunted. “This isn’t easy. I told you, I’m still furious.”

“Alright. I’ll wait.”

And she really did wait. They both watched the contents of her tray slowly diminish as she picked at the food. Halfway through her salisbury steak, Yang whispered, “I’m sorry for shoving you. There.”

“Thank you. It hurt.”

“I know. But… what you did hurt me, too.”

“I can’t possibly see how! I just went to your house to see if you were alright!”

“And you shouldn’t have. Like… did you ever think there’s a reason I never invited you over?”

Shrugging, she hissed, “You’ve never come over to my house, either.”

“We both know why that is. Neither of us had to say ‘Mr. Schnee doesn’t like lesbian thugs’; it’s just… something we both could guess.” Her fingers idly picked at a fray in one of her fingerless leather gloves. “And you should have guessed that if my house was a place I could take you, without any problems, I’d have done that instead of bars and abandoned buildings.”

“Maybe,” she conceded quietly, still picking at her food without eating it now. “But still… I was so worried, Yang. The Dragons acted like it was no big deal, but they were also worried. I could tell under all that laughing and joking something was up.”

“Drop it, okay?” she suddenly hissed, and Weiss ducked her head. It was a strong enough reaction that the bruiser deflated. “Sorry. But this is really important; you can’t do that again. Next time, she won’t count to five.”

Tears sprang to Weiss’s eyes. She hated that this was happening in the lunchroom, that all eyes were on her. Based on that, she managed to inhale sharply and dry her tears before they fell. “I can’t believe you’re saying this to me. I… I can’t believe… Yang, I came over because I wanted to make sure you were alright, a-and I missed you. And my life was threatened, and… and now you’re telling me I was the one in the wrong?”

“Yes.”

“But I…”

One of the gloved hands rested on her forearm. “Don’t do it again. I’m fine, I promise. And… it’s hard to say when I’m hopping mad like this, but you being worried about me does mean a lot. You did the wrong thing for the right reason, I guess. But now you know better. I just have to make sure you learned the lesson.”

“Don’t ever come within a hundred feet of your mother?”

“Yeah,” she snorted humourlessly. “That’s pretty much it.”

“Crystal clear.”

Yang took her hand away, tensing as if to get up. Then she added in a hasty whisper, “We’ll talk more after school” before hurrying herself away to sit with the rest of her tribe.

#Princess and The Dragons #freezerburn fanfic #1950s AU #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants

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ch-dld-bft-brit-omm · 6 years ago

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Huey Piano Smith and The Clowns - Don't You Just Know It

Huey "Piano" Smith is an American rhythm and blues pianist whose sound was influential in rock and roll. Smith was born in New Orleans' Garden District January 26, 1934, and was influenced by New Orleans' piano innovator, Professor Longhair. He became known for his shuffling right-handed break on the piano that influenced other Southern players. Smith wrote his first song on the piano, "Roberson Street Boogie" (named after the street where he lived), when he was only eight years old, and performed the tune with a friend. They billed themselves as Slick and Dark. Smith attended McDowell High and Xavier University of Louisiana in New Orleans. When Smith was fifteen he began working in clubs and recording records with his flamboyant partner, Eddie Jones, who rose to fame as Guitar Slim.[4] When he was eighteen, in 1952, he signed a recording contract with Savoy Records, which released his first known single, "You Made Me Cry". In 1953 Smith recorded with Earl King. In 1955, Smith turned 21, and became the piano player with Little Richard's first band for Specialty Records. The same year he also played piano on several studio sessions for other artists such as Lloyd Price. Two of the sessions resulted in hits for Earl King ("Those Lonely Lonely Nights"), and Smiley Lewis ("I Hear You Knocking"). In 1957, Smith formed 'Huey 'Piano' Smith and the Clowns' with blues singer and female impersonator Bobby Marchan, and signed a long term contract with former Specialty record producer, Johnny Vincent at Ace Records. They hit the Billboard charts with several singles in succession, including a breakout Top Five R&B hit entitled "Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu". The record was issued as "Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu Part 1" on the topside, (a vocal) and "Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu Part 2", an [instrumental, on the flip. The lyrics were written by John Vincent, and the record sold over one million copies, achieving gold disc status. In 1958, Vin Records, a subsidiary of Ace Records, released a popular single "Little Chickie Wah Wah" with Clowns singer Gerri Hall, under the billing of Huey and Jerry. Meanwhile, Ace Records released several more singles from 'Huey "Piano" Smith and the Clowns', including "We Like Birdland", "Well I'll Be John Brown", and "Don't You Know Yockomo". Their most famous single, released in 1958, "Don't You Just Know It" b/w "High Blood Pressure", hit number 9 on the Billboard Pop chart and number 4 on the Rhythm and Blues chart. It was their second million seller. In 1959, Ace Records erased Huey Smith's vocal from the now classic single Smith composed, arranged and performed entitled "Sea Cruise", and replaced it with a more energetic vocal track by white singer Frankie Ford. The tune was a huge hit for Ford. Smith left Ace Records for Imperial Records, to record with Fats Domino's noted producer (and fellow Louisianan) Dave Bartholomew, but the national hits did not follow. Instead, Ace Records again overdubbed new vocals by Gerri Hall, Billy Roosevelt and Johnny Williams on another one of Smith's unreleased tracks, to produce the last hit single credited to Huey "Piano" Smith, entitled "Pop-Eye." In the years following, he made several comebacks, performing as 'Huey "Piano" Smith and the Clowns', 'The Hueys', 'The Pitter Pats', and as 'Shindig Smith and the Soul Shakers', but he has never attained his former degree of success. Thereafter, Smith joined the Jehovah's Witnesses, and left the music industry permanently. In 2000, Smith was honored with a Pioneer Award by the Rhythm and Blues Foundation. ~SOURCE: Wikipedia

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I often hear people ask “what was the first rock and roll song?” Of course there is no easy answer. Even though there are several songs recorded by my favourite, Bill Haley, that could qualify (most notably his 1950 country-western cover of the rhythm and blues song, “Teardrops from My Eyes” which predated “Rocket 88″ by a year and Haley’s own “Rock Around the Clock” by a half-decade), I am well aware there are rock and roll-styled songs going back to the 1920s. Heck, even Judy Garland recorded one back in 1943 and if someone wanted to claim the Andrews Sisters’ “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” as the first (and it was even produced by Milt Gabler, who produced Rock Around the Clock), I’d be hard-pressed to argue against. But what about the first song to actually include the phrase “rock and roll”?

Well, as far as we know, it’s this song from 1934 by the Boswell Sisters. I only recently found out they performed it it in an old B&W Hollywood musical, so here we get to see them do it. Needless to say, their definition of rock and roll is a far cry from the more popular meaning! (The video was posted to YouTube back in 2010 by Cure Shroomy ).

A great song? Not particularly, to be honest. But it’s still an interesting piece of musical history, all the same! (PS: Many reference books will list a song called “My Daddy Rocks Me with a Steady Roll” as the first - but no one actually says “rock and roll” in that song.)

#rock and roll #boswell sisters #music history

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disasteralex · 7 years ago

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voltron + vine/memes pt 2 (feat. klance)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

whenever lance does something stupid pidge swivels around and looks into a fake camera like she’s on The Office. it usually has something to do with keith

lance, sweating as he watches keith take down three sentries in the span of two seconds: “jesus christ that’s jason bourne”

pidge: Office Stare

shiro secretly has a super dark sense of humor and can never let the other paladins know about it

pidge: “self-care is drinking two red bulls and staying awake for 20 consecutive hours” lance: “self-care is fighting sendak behind a denny’s”

shiro, under his breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose and fights the dual urge to laugh and also lecture them on better habits: “self-care is yeeting myself out of the airlock”

coran: “self-care is wandering straight into a pack of yalmors and getting ripped to shreds” lance, horrified: “... good... try, coran?”

((bonus: keith: “self-care is fighting zarkon on the astral plane” lance, with tears in his eyes: “keith, my young padawan, i’m so proud”))

once, after allura pulls a drill and makes them all get up at the ass crack of space dawn, lance turns toward shiro and asks him how he looks so awake this early

shiro, in a monotone: “i’ve been dead inside for fifty years”

shiro also has a soft spot for drew gooden’s “road work ahead” vine because he’s a twenty-something Dad

whenever lance catches pidge doing something weird, he whistles the x-files theme song. once he caught pidge and keith dead asleep behind the couch in the common area and it scared the shit out of him, so now he does it to keith, too

shiro tries not to laugh, but one time he catches keith sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night and slowly whistles the theme down the hall. keith isn’t amused

whenever lance gets flustered he “coolcoolcoolcool”s himself into oblivion

one day keith is hardcore training like the badass he is and suddenly pulls his shirt up to wipe his face

lance, one eye twitching: “coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool”

hunk and pidge roll their eyes in perfect unison

he also does this the first time he sees allura fight and dissolves into a state of utter awe

pidge: “what’s wrong with you” lance: “i think i met god” pidge: “cool. what does she look like?” “ethnically ambiguous” (a la b99)

once pidge accidentally consumes space alcohol (they were at a celebration or something and someone handed her a drink and by the time shiro realized what was going on and shouted “PIDGE--nO--” from across the room it was too late) and is drunk and tired enough that she agrees to help lance act out some of her favourite vines

near the end, pidge is holding keith’s marmora blade to act out the “bitch i hope the fuck you do” vine when shiro walks in and hurriedly tries to hide it behind her back

shiro: “katie, what do you have” pidge, making a mad dash for the door: “a kNIFE” “NO”

shiro is in full frantic mother mode. lance, hunk and keith are all on the floor laughing

this becomes one of keith’s favorite vines

one night when lance is having a Crisis in the castle observatory keith walks in and lance high-key panics and blurts “hi welcome to chili’s!!” before hightailing it out of there in shame. keith doesn’t know what he did wrong

bonus: pidge somehow overhears or finds security tapes of the incident and will never let lance live it down

pidge has woken everyone up with a rickroll at least once. thankfully, keith was with the blade at the time, or someone may have been stabbed

after pidge and matt have reunited and fought the bounty hunter, matt crouches down into a squat, brandishes his staff and screams “don’t fuck with me! i have the power of god AND anime on my side! AHHH!” pidge cries and laughs at the same time

matt and lance don’t really get along at first because lance feels like he’s being forgotten by the Science Pals and is insecure

then, before voltron goes on a mission, lance is trying to get everyone’s spirits up and ends his pep talk with “what team are we?”

matt, without missing a beat: “W I L D C A T S”. they immediately become friends and Partners in meme

lance, pidge and matt vs the rest of the castle’s level of Done: an unstoppable force vs an unmoving object

matt: “do you ever think about the fact that the galra are basically just giant alien furries” lance, wide-eyed: “oh my god you’re right” (pidge is on her laptop, slowly whistling the x-files theme)

the next battle, lance’s war call is “yiff yiff, motherfuckers”. shiro has never been more disappointed in him

pidge: “you: the galra. me, an intellectual: purple space furries”

pidge, holding up a random object at the space mall: “look dad, it’s the good kush” shiro, reluctantly: “this is the dollar store how good can it be”

pidge, hunk and lance have definitely sung “you are my dad! you’re my dad! boogie woogie oogie!” to shiro in perfect harmony

shiro pretends he’s annoyed, yet deep in his heart, he is very touched that his space kids consider him a father figure but he can never let them know

alternatively, when kuron shiro is mean to lance: “you’re not my dad! ugly ass doo-doo head”

in the first fight after keith rejoins voltron, lance is fighting two galra soldiers at once when he suddenly screams “I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME”. when keith looks over his bayard changes into the sword and lance cuts both soldiers in half

keith has never been more attracted to someone in his life

sometimes keith accidentally quotes a vine at the blade and the blade members will just stare at him blankly. he misses his team

you can’t tell me at least one of them hasn’t said “vrepit suh, dude” at some point

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